Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2016 22:16:05 -0700
From: Ricky Lester
Subject: Cretan Encounter *NEW STORY*
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, a product of imagination
and fantasy. It should only be read by adults where it is legal to do
so. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adults.
All rights reserved by the author.
Cretan Encounter
by Ricky Lester
MF, MM
Cretan Encounter
My wife and I book a week's vacation in a village on the north coast of
the Greek island of Crete. We rent a villa with three bedrooms, just for
the two of us. We're in our fifties, and despite having been married for
more than thirty years, we have an active and enjoyable sex life. We've
come to Crete because we want to take in some of the nude beaches for
which the Greek Islands are famous.
We drive from the airport in Chania for about 30 minutes before we
arrive in the village where we are to stay. Finding the villa itself is
not so easy, but eventually we locate the address and find ourselves
outside a large pair of iron gates. They open easily and I drive in and
park the car.
We look around. There are two villas, new-built, on the property, with a
thirty-foot gap between them. Each is three storeys high, and each has a
pool. There is a ten-foot high fence between them to afford some privacy
when using the pool.
So far, so good. We unpack the rental car and open the door with the key
we had received earlier from the agents. Up the stairs to the bedrooms:
one faces the sea; the other faces the next-door villa. Both bedrooms
have a balcony. My wife loves looking at the sea, so she gets that one.
I get the one facing the neighbouring house. I don't mind; I want to be
on the beach, not looking at it!
I carry the suitcases upstairs.
My wife calls me.
`Honey, come and look at the view!'
I walk across the passage, through her bedroom and onto her balcony. It
truly is a beautiful view: mountains on one side, the sea on the other.
I say, `Well, darling, you certainly got the view you wanted!' I
playfully hug her from behind, cupping her ample breasts in my hands
through her T-shirt. She slips her hand between us and fondles my cock
through my trousers.
`Mmm, is big boy wanting to come out and play? Come on, we're on
holiday!' she murmurs.
We're in full view of anyone who cares to look up, but only our upper
bodies are visible from below. We're both still fully dressed. I drop my
pants, setting my cock free. I have a normal-length, circumcised cock --
six and a half inches -- but it is plenty thick. My wife can't get her
hand all the way around.
I lift her skirt. The little hussy, she isn't wearing any panties! I
slip my hand between her legs. Her pussy is moistening up. She always
gets horny like that as soon as we go on holiday. It's always an
occasion for a lot of loving between us.
`Come, baby. Fuck me, right here, right now.'
I don't need any encouragement. I lift her ass cheeks and slip my cock
straight into her cunt. She grunts with pleasure.
`Oh, Jesus. Fuck, that's good. Fill me up, baby.' (She still calls me
`baby' after all these years, even now that we have two grandchildren.)
`Push that big cock into me. Fuck me hard!' She presses her ass back
into my crotch and her soft, wet cunt envelops my straining cock.
Truth to tell, I am as horny as she is. On the plane journey we'd had a
blanket on our laps, but the stewardess had caught my wife stroking my
cock halfway through the flight. She'd smiled indulgently, licking her
lips; obviously a little turned on. `I think it's so sweet, older people
still so much in love. Would you like some champagne?'
`Yes please!' we'd nodded, but inside I'd been thinking: Fuck you,
darling, don't patronize us. Your scrawny tits and bony hips are no
match for my well-rounded lady's charms. I'll fuck my wife a thousand
times before I get horny for you.
Thus proven, I ram my cock into my wife's gorgeous, wet, still-tight but
well-familiar cunt. She pushes her ass back in that time-honoured way.
And here's a thought (I think, for the thousandth time): familiar sex is
only bad when you take it for granted. My wife and I have fucked each
other at least three thousand times in thirty-two years -- go on, you
work it out, if that sort of statistic interests you -- but never once
have I felt disgusted, or unsatisfied, or bored. All you need to do is
take an interest. And we both do.
Her fingers flutter between her legs. She is frigging her clit, and
stroking my balls as they swing through on the upstroke, as it were. Her
breath comes out in jagged rasps:
`Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes! Give it to me! Give me that big cock! Shoot
your cum into me! Oh fuck. Yes! I need it in my cunt! Come on, big boy...
fuck me! Fuck me! Harder... harder...harder... ohmygod, ohmygod, I'm coming,
coming, coming...'
And with that encouragement, of course, I roar out her name, my balls
erupt, my cock swells and I fire my sperm deep into her sweet, sweet
pussy.
Time stands still, a little. I'm breathing hard. Fucking, truth be told,
is hard work.
Consider: I'm fifty-six years old. And I've just been fucking, standing
up, with my knees slightly bent, for four or five minutes. I love sex,
and we're good at it with each other, but as soon as my orgasm subsides,
my cock slips out of my wife's cunt and I collapse on my ass on the
floor of the balcony, my cock flopping own and my pants around my
ankles.
My wife turns around and giggles like a teenager.
`Oh, you haven't got the strength any more, have you? Poor darling. You
need a drink. Here you are, honey.'
And she -- the 55-year-old, gorgeous, blonde-mostly-grey, slightly
overweight, big-titted, soft-bellied, wonderful dirty-minded woman that
she is -- holds up her skirt and squats over my face. My semen is
dripping out of her cunt and I lap it up, reaching for her pussy with my
tongue. I swallow it down. Knowing what's coming next.
And it does. Her piss, hot, acrid and strong after the car journey,
spurts out over my face and mouth, and I angle my jaw to catch the flow.
I swallow it down as well, slaking my thirst, drinking deep on my wife's
warm urine.
Eventually it slows to a drip and I clean her slit with my tongue.
`Right, big boy, that's enough for now. I need an hour's sleep before I
unpack. Then I need you to make me a large gin-and-tonic and bring it to
me in my bedroom. Got that?'
`Yes, ma'am'.' It's a playful charade between us; we're not into a
dom-sub relationship, but sometimes it's fun pretending we are.
`Clean your cock off. It's dripping all over the floor. And clean up the
rest of my pee, there's a good boy. You didn't catch all of it.'
I look down. She's right, drops of semen are still dripping from my cock
onto the tiles, which are wet with her yellow pee. I wipe the floor
clean and, as her piss - the amount I did manage to swallow - courses
through my belly and into my own bladder, I realise I need a piss
myself. Sometimes she'll take it in her mouth, but not this time. I
leave her room, go to the toilet and relieve myself.
I need a smoke. No, not that kind -- I gave up weed in my twenties. I
want a cigar. On my balcony, in private. My wife doesn't smoke; I rarely
do, but when I do, I like a good cigar.
I strip off my clothes. Stark naked, I sit down on the chair on my
balcony and light up. Fuck, it's satisfying. Especially after a good
fuck.
My cock hangs between my legs, limp, used.
I stare across at the balcony of the neighbouring villa. It's exactly
like mine, in mirror-image. It's empty, though. Nobody home.
The sun beats down and I savour my cigar.
Suddenly there's a movement on the opposite side. A head appears... silver
hair, receding from a deep forehead. Then a face: clean-shaven,
full-lipped, dark eyes. A man, about my own age.
He stands up. He's naked to the waist, but wearing a towel, which he
adjusts. Nice body, perhaps once an athlete, not completely gone to
seed. Some hair on the middle of the chest, but well-defined nipples,
dark in contrast to his pale white skin. No tan in evidence: perhaps he
only arrived today as well.
`Ahem'. I clear my throat. He looks across to my side.
`Oh. Hi'. He waves, awkwardly. And his towel drops off his waist.
Oh. My. God.
He has the longest cock I've ever seen.
It must be nine or ten inches at least, and it's hanging straight down,
limp, between his legs. Like a donkey. Circumcised, though. The balcony
wall is only three or so feet high, but I can still see all of his cock
but not his knees, so he's a tall guy for sure. At least six-five,
six-six.
But it's thin. No thicker than my thumb, I think. A very, very long,
very thin cock. I've never seen anything like it.
I stare. He sees me staring.
It can only be a second or two, but yes, he sees me staring.
`Oh. Oops. Sorry.' Unhurriedly he gathers the towel from the floor and
covers himself. `Hope I didn't embarrass you.'
`Not at all,' I say. `I'm sitting here in the altogether myself.' And I
stand up to demonstrate. My cock is nowhere near as impressive as his,
and I'm definitely a grower, not a shower, but I've just had sex, and my
cock is not entirely flaccid. Not now, anyway, now that I'm looking at
his monster. But I'm not obviously aroused, which I suppose is a relief.
He laughs. Not at me, in a kind of relief, I think.
`Oh. Well, I was having a bit of a rest. The sun is still out.' -- he
gestures at the sky, and his towel slips, partly exposing his enormous
member again, but he recovers manfully-- `and I was catching some rays
while my wife is asleep. We like to sunbathe in the nude, I'm afraid,
and I need to get started as soon as possible if I want a decent tan in
a week. Hope you don't mind. I'm Don, by the way. If you're here for the
week, we'll be your neighbours.'
He's very English, very middle-class, very ordinary. Except for his
cock. I'm standing there, not trying to cover myself. I feel my own cock
twitch.
I say, `I'm Ricky. I was just having a cigar. My wife's asleep as well.'
He smiles, knowingly. His eyes glance down and he's unmistakeably
looking at my cock.
`Fancy a beer? Come on over. I have a couple cold already. Put some
pants on, though. Christ knows I don't need Gloria finding another naked
man in her house.'
I grin in recognition of a familiar relationship. `I'd love to. Give me
a minute.' I disappear inside and slip on a pair of shorts. No pants. I
go out my front door, across the tiles and knock softly on his door.
`Come in.' He's wearing shorts now as well. He hands me a beer from the
fridge and we go out onto his balcony and sit down. We crack the bottles
and clink.
`Cheers'.
`Your good health, Ricky.'
We sip. It's slightly awkward, I think. Two minutes ago we were both
naked, staring each other's cocks down. Now we're drinking beers
together, pretending to be civilized.
He's straight and to the point.
`You were staring at my cock, weren't you?'
I look him in the eyes.
Fuck it.
`Yes, Well, yes. I've never seen a cock like yours before, seriously.
You're hung like a horse. Literally. I couldn't help staring. Sorry.'
`I -- I mean my cock -- have that effect on people. I've had this cock
since I was fourteen. I mean, I've had it all my life of course, but
it's been this size since I was fourteen. You should have seen the
effect it had on twelve-year-old girls. One look or feel and they ran
away. Literally. I thought I would never get laid, ever. But eventually
I got to screw a girl. And a boy, come to that. And I've never stopped
since.'
I raised an eyebrow.
`I like the look of your cock, Ricky, he continued. It's normal. I wish
sometimes I had a normal-sized cock.'
`I bet your wife's glad of it sometimes, though!'
`Well, you'd think so, but she tells me sometimes it's girth, not
length, that women want. But we do OK. I mean, we've been married
twenty-eight years and she hasn't left me for a thicker cock yet. She's
met a few, but she stays with me.'
`How do you manage, if that's not too personal a question?'
`Anal. She loves anal. I don't get any longer or thicker when I get
erect, just a bit harder. And she loves taking it all up her bottom. It
doesn't stretch her ass open, but it does rub her in places she can't
reach otherwise. We do have ordinary vaginal sex, but she can only take
the first eight or so inches before I'm bumping her cervix to buggery.
I have to use my hand at the base to make sure I don't go too deep.
Still, though, practice and all that, it's pretty good.'
`Eight inches plus your hand. Jesus, Don, how long is it actually?'
`Eleven and a half inches. But it's only three and a half around. Look,
I'll show you.'
And, fuck me, he stands up in front of me and pulls his immense cock out
of his shorts. It's right in front of my face. He makes an `O' with his
thumb and forefinger around the base. There's clear air to be seen.
`That's absolutely fucking amazing, Don.'
`Yeah, well, that's what most people say. Men and women. But it's not,
really. I've only fucked one woman ever in my life who could take it all
in her cunt. Thank God Gloria loves to take it in her arse, otherwise
I'd be stuck with the boyfriends I've made. She doesn't mind me having
male sexual relationships, she says I need to share it around, it's
unfair to keep it all to herself. But Gloria is probably the best suck
and arsefuck on the planet.'
His penis is hardening as he speaks. Good God, it is magnificent.
It's right in front of my face.
Fuck it, again.
I open my mouth, draw it in. I lick the head and suck about a tenth of
its length down.
`Oh. Oh wow. Seriously?' He looked down at me. I let it slip out and
hold it -- well, the end of it, like holding a length of rope (it even
sags a little in the middle, hard though it is) -- with my hand.
`Yeah. I wanted to do this from the second I saw it. You don't mind'?
`No. God, no. Suck my cock, Ricky. Just suck it. You don't have to
deep-throat me!'
I gurgle something unintelligible which means Thank Fuck For That. My
mouth is full of the most astonishing penis I have ever seen.
I suck and suck. It's delicious. I love it. He's gentle with me; he
doesn't ram it in, fucking my face; he doesn't put his hand on the back
of my head and force my mouth onto him (I really hate that) -- he just
strokes my hair as I suck the first four or five inches of his cock, in
and out, in and out, of my mouth. I masturbate the rest of his length
with my hand -- the strangest sensation: not the feeling of cock skin
sliding over cock muscle in the hand, so familiar to every boy and man,
but the effort in my elbow: like pumping iron on dumbbells for bicep
work, or pulling a pint in a pub. That sort of length of movement. The
strangest thing. I'm mesmerised, almost in a trance.
`Stop.' I look up. He's whispering. `Stop. Would you like to fuck?'
I nod, I think.
He brings me to my feet, his cock still in my hand. He kisses me: I
don't usually like kissing men -- it feels way too intimate somehow -
but the fact that he is at least four inches taller than me means I have
to bend my face upwards to reach his mouth. His tongue darts into my
mouth, he holds me close, and suddenly I melt. My knees literally give
way.
He catches me under the arms and gently lays me face down on the couch.
`Take off your shorts, Ricky.'
I drop my pants to my ankles, exposing my asshole to him. I'm in an
almost dreamlike state. Don gets on his knees behind me and suddenly his
tongue is bathing me, wetting me, cleaning me. It pushes inside a
little. Fuck, it feels good. It goes on for a couple of minutes. My
cock, so recently in my wife's cunt, and still, I think, smelling of her
juices, gradually stiffens. He tongue-fucks my ass for at least ten
minutes. By the time he pulls away I'm as hard as a rock and dripping
precum everywhere..
`Ready?'
`I think so.'
`I'll be gentle, I promise.'
I feel his cockhead touch my ass. I've been fucked before a number of
times, nearly always by much thicker dicks; and my wife will sometimes,
as a change of scene, use a large dildo on me. That normally takes
great deal of foreplay, stretching my ass open, with tongue and fingers.
Not this time. His spit and saliva, and the gentle probing of his
tongue, are enough for his unnaturally thin cock to penetrate my ass.
He does use lube, bless him. Where he produces it from, I don't know;
maybe he just always has it on him. Thank God.
Because every one of those eleven and a half inches slide inside my
asshole like a lollipop into a child's mouth, in one smooth, controlled
movement. I feel the head brush against my prostate, and keep going, and
going and going. Unbelievable. I think it will never end.
It does end, with his pubis reaching my backside. Jesus, it feel like a
firehose is inside me. I'm as full as I have ever been of anything.
`Okay?'
`Uh. Fuck. Yes. Come on, fuck me, Don, fuck me with that enormous cock.'
And he does. He fucks me with the entire length of his cock. In and out,
in and out. He pulls out all the way to the end, where I can feel the
head just tugging at the inside of my sphincter, and pushes back, all
the way.
All the way. Fucking hell. It is the sweetest and yet the strangest fuck
of my life. But oh my god it's good. At the top of his stroke I can feel
that head of his cock pushing way up where I thought my lungs were. He's
gentle, though -- I think as much because his huge cock wouldn't stand up
to rough fucking as for concern for my asshole.
I feel his body stiffen and his hands grip my hipbones more tightly. He
pushes in, hard, but not fast, just a regular pumping rhythm. Yeah, a
pump. A fucking oil-well pump. His cock is in contact with my prostate
the whole time; every single second of this unforgettable fuck it's
sliding up against that little nubbin.
I reach for my own cock and start to masturbate it. Jesus, I came less
than thirty minutes ago, and I'm going to come again. I haven't done
that since I was sixteen.
`Oh, yeah, Ricky, jerk your cock while I fuck you. Make yourself come.
Make yourself... aaah FUCK! Jesus! FUCK!'
And his hosepipe spews its contents into my bowels, just as my own cock
spurts thick, fresh white semen onto his couch. I think I can feel his
sperm smacking into my intestines. I've never been actually physically
aware of the sensation of semen spraying inside me, but I swear I can
feel this. It's halfway to my throat after all.
His body subsides onto mine and we lie on the couch, joined by a hawser
of a cock up my ass.
I have never been fucked like that before. I doubt I ever will be again.
We eventually separate, my asshole closing up as though nothing has
happened. Don kisses me again. He kneels and gently cleans my cock with
his mouth; I leave his extraordinary tool alone. It's stained with my
shit and leaking cum onto the floor and looks exactly like a length of
reddish and dirty garden hosepipe. I stroke his chest in farewell,
dragging my thumb across his surprisingly long and rubbery nipple. I
turn around, pull my shorts back up and walk out the door. His cum is
leaking out of my ass and running down my leg.
As I go back inside my house I can hear my wife calling my name, wanting
her gin and tonic. Have I really been an hour?
I call the rental agent, asking to be moved to another villa, citing
damp in the bathroom, a complete lie, but they're desperate to keep us
happy. Within an hour we're gone, to another village, fifteen miles
away, but an identical villa. With an identical neighbouring house next
to it.
There's a young family with small, whimpering children occupying it, a
harassed, balding thirtyish father and a fat, bored-looking and ugly
wife.
Thank fuck.
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